The God of Jesters
Chapter 68 - 2.18.3 I regret his loss.

Chapter 68: 2.18.3 I regret his loss.

Sanskrit was a language she had seen before, a language that was inscribed under Farhad’s bed. The very words that influenced Farhad and drove him to his death.

Words from another world, whose origins were still a mystery to her. All she knows of that world are legends. A place considered to be a prison for those the most dangerous. A world with no magic, but existing in a different reality from her own.

This was one of the languages belonging to that world.

"Why would they be in the sewers?" Remira thought, before walking to the side of the wall and rubbing some of the algae off the wall, exposing a few more words, written at a certain distance, which would be ignored by most people.

But Remira was not one of those.

Even if she was in shock over what happened and the destruction her small little battle caused. Remira understood the importance of sacrifices more than anyone else. She won’t cry or be passed from her experience.

A calm mind helps someone make rational choices. And this is what she was doing, looking forward to the end of the conspiracy, sothat she can mourn for real.

It was why, the words on the sewer shone brighter than light in her eyes, while she walked along the path, rubbing off the algae, exposing more incomprehensible words and some runes as well.

But staying here was getting dangerous for her. With the path behind her blocked due to the rubble, the sewer water started to rise up with time, giving Remira no time to think.

She needed to get out as fast as she could, if she wished to survive that is.

So she hurried along, rubbing off pieces of the wall to see just how far these inscriptions went.

Though the more she did, the more tired she felt. She would find a new set, every 33 meters and there was no end to them.

Stopping her investigation, Remira found a manhole above her head and then slowly climbed up to it, exiting in a small alleyway.

It was still early morning and usually, there wouldn’t have been many people on the streets at the moment. But Remira, who walked to the corner, found that the street was filled with people, all of whom looked in a specific direction.

A direction Remira felt familiar with.

So she turned and looked in the direction and saw a tower of smoke rising to the sky.

"Heard the Textile Factory exploded?"

Remira heard from the side, recalling the scene of Aafik’s demise. A man who went out, on his own accord.

She even believes that he might have broken off from her back with the simple intention of acting as bait to attract their enemy.

Which their enemy eventually did.and hence ended up falling into Aafiks’ trap.

But there was no time for this, for now, the focus was on how to deal with the current injury as well as joining up with Marshall Maisel.

So, finding a police officer on site, Remira moved to him with a limp.

On the surface, only her hand was obliterated, but in truth, her whole body creaked like a screw, some bones on the left side of her body were cracked under the might of the explosion and each passing moment was filled with pain for her.

Hence, knowing her situation, Remira knew that she needed to receive help somehow.

And when she saw an officer in the crowd, who appeared here for a single purpose, which was to manage the people so that it doesn’t turn into a riot. Remira approached him.

When she walked out of the alleyway with her limp, her body attracted the attention of the crowd. Making many turn their heads and look at her, confusing some and horrifying others. As the burnt stump that used to be her arm looked horrific.

Not to mention the smell of sewage wafting from her body made many take a step back from her.

"Who is she?... Looks like she was in some war?"

The burnt marks, smell and bleeding caused many to come to different conclusions, and it didn’t take long before for the people here to relate her to the blast that happened in the morning.

As for the police on the side, seeing the gait of the woman and the pristine high quality clothes that she wore, it told the police that this woman was not simple. Even if she was covered in filth and burnt, her aura can’t be hidden at all.

Hence they rushed to her help.

"Ma’am... don’t worry, we will call an ambulance." They assured Remira, while holding her from the side and then requesting a chair from the public, so that Remira can take some rest.

Which Remira appreciates.

"Can you tell us your name Ma’am?"

"For now, I can’t... I am too weak to take such a chance." From chance she met attracting unwanted attention from people that would want to kill her.

Remira explained her situation, while showing a badge that she was given when she entered the city, which showed she had a good relationship with the police.

"Just take me to a hospital."

She waited for a while in public view, hearing all kinds of information about the explosion. She even heard the words some of the public talk about her. Majority of it was filled with fear and derision towards her for some reason.

As for why? Remira is too tired to even consider.

She just had to wait here and meet with Maxim and explain to him the situation of the sewer. She needs to rile up the municipality as well as an army and scrub off every rune that was inscribed into the walls of the sewers.

A feat that could only be accomplished with the help of everyone.

For this was information bought by burning up the lives of two Radiant Knights, the names of whom Remira didn’t know. Though, she suddenly recalled something from this.

Currently, she had lost her sword in the sewers, but the sheath was still attached to her belt, the very sheat in which Aafik dropped something in.

So under the gazes of everyone, Remira took out the sheat with her remaining arm.

"Ma’am, its better if your don’t move much. Even if you might not feel the pain, it doesn’t mean you are not injured." The police officer warned, explaining to Remira about the effects of adrenaline and how it can fool ones body.

But Remira just shook her head and said. "Thank you for your concern. But this much will not affect me." There was no need to speak any longer, her physique was that of an adept knight. Meaning, she was five times stronger than a regular human.

Though explaining such stuff would only bring more attention to her, so she remained silent on her reason, while the Police started to treat her as someone condescending, who doesn’t know how to listen to others.

Which Remira didn’t care about much. Shaking her sheath, a single crumpled page dropped from the sheat, which attracted the attention of the Police, who were keeping an eye on her.

"Can you give that to me?... But don’t open it. As it might be dangerous." Remira requested and the Police had to obey at this point.

If it was someone else in a similar situation, this page would have gone into evidence and they might have questioned their guest about it a lot. But the badge that Remira showed them meant that she had Jurisdiction to freely investigate the case in the city and the Police shouldn’t interfere with them.

A badge given to many detectives and even hunters that were patrons to the city. So the two didn’t say much and followed up on Remira’s request.

"Thank you." She said, using her thigh as a table, she used her remaining hand to open the slip, which had blotches of blood on it.

"?"

Then she saw it.

A single character from Sanskrit and another symbol which seemed to be a three tail turtle, all of it drawn through blood.

"??"

And the moment the image imprinted in her head, was the moment the blood of the page lit up on its own, burning the slip to ashes.

Making Remira question what just happened.

As for the Police beside her, they started to sweat at the very fact that the page combusted on its own, and if they had opened it, they might have lost their hand.

Remira, who sat there, didn’t even register the danger that the fire presented to her.

All that was left on her face was confusion and wonder at what just happened?

But to me, who saw it at the time, it was pretty simple actually.

Aafik never hate Remira, all of it was an act to earn enough time and write down the specifics, as the moment his brother died, Aafik had already made up his mind on what to do.

As for how to do it? He didn’t know.

There was a reason why the two brothers were chosen for this job. Aafik was the mind white his brother Turfa was the brawn. Meaning, Aafik was not so ignorant about the reason why the assassin had attacked him.

No, his mind was as clear as day. Even when he felt hollow at the loss of his brother, he was already finding a way to earn enough time for Remira to run and bring back the message that he had written with his blood.

An action that would cost him his life. But it was all worth it, it’s why they were trained for. He used Pansar’s arrogance against him. Letting himself be treated as someone weak and pathetic, before giving the killing blow.

It was why, even when his head had collapsed, Aafik had a bright smile on his face. A smile that brought a big smile on my face.

Sadly, I couldn’t capture his soul, it was out of my hands. He would have been such a great artist, but he died an early death.